Nightfall Chapter 85: A cup of flower tea

The first to speak was Master Qishan.

He looked at the people in the hall and said tiredly: "Of course you don’t think that the legend is just a legend. There are already many signs of the arrival of the eternal night. The year before, the master of the college went to the extreme north and found the night time there. It has indeed become longer, and the temperature has dropped sharply, it is evidence that Atami has been frozen.".

Cheng Lixue leaned forward slightly to greet everyone, and then said: "Master Master is indeed in the light curtain. He saw the depths of the storm sea, and the ice appeared strangely."

Master Qishan sighed and said: "Mr. Da also mentioned in the letter that the date of freezing in Chang'an the year before and last year was advanced by two and three days respectively."

Cheng Ziqing frowned slightly and said, "But this year, Chang'an City enters autumn later than last year. I always think that the climate change between years is normal."

At this moment, the first Treasure Tree Master of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Institute said slowly: "There is no need to argue about this matter. The deserted people go south, which proves that what Mr. Da has seen is worthwhile. Don't spend time on this. On top of the discussion, the first thing we must consider is how to deal with the invasion of the underworld."

After Master Baoshu entered Lanke Temple, it was kept closed. When he was on the mountain, he had been sitting silently in the Buddha's robe. This is the first time for many people including Ning Que in the temple today. See his true face.

I saw that the monk's eyebrows were as small as square feet, and his eyes were filled with pure luster, his eyebrows were slightly creamy, his forehead wrinkled a little, his method was solemn, but he couldn't guess his true age.

Master Baoshu came from an unknowable place and was the first such big figure in the Discipline Academy. When it comes to his status, he is undoubtedly the highest in the field. So when he spoke, Cheng Ziqing shut up and agreed.

It is confirmed through the Hanging Temple that the invasion of the underworld is really not a legend. The temple suddenly became quieter. Legends become reality, not a reality that can be easily accepted, whether it is Cheng Ziqing or Qinimadi. They were all thinking silently, could it be that the last days that countless generations of practitioners have not encountered before will let themselves encounter it?

Master Baoshu looked around the crowd. Sternly said: "The invasion of the underworld is bound to be a very long process. Maybe our generation can't meet it at all. But as the saying goes, the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took the shade. In order for the human world to survive, we must start preparing now."

Everyone knows to prepare, but what should be prepared?

The hall became extremely quiet again.

The sea monk walked outside the hall, took hot water, and began to offer tea to the guests.

Master Qishan passed by. I very much cherish my young boy, and I don't want to tell him too many bleak stories about the future, so this is the first time he has participated in such an occasion. In fact. If it wasn't for ordinary monks to hear the discussions in the temple, he would not be able to do this job.

So he was a little excited. I was a little nervous again, and the hand holding the tea bowl trembled slightly. How could I notice how much tea I put in the tea bowl and what kind of tea I put.

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Ning Que has no interest in this kind of discussion. In his opinion, if the underworld really invades, the people in the temple can discuss the real countermeasures. Where did the first lecture in the Xuankong Temple be placed, and where did the master and his elderly family be placed?

It's just that there are a group of lazy people in the mountains behind the academy who don't care about worldly affairs. He was forcibly assigned the name of a person who had entered the world, and he had to represent the academy on occasions like this.

But he didn't expect that this discussion would soon involve himself.

"The invasion of the underworld requires Pluto to project himself into our world, and to use the body of the son of Pluto as a channel. Sixteen years ago, the wasteland was descended from the sky and the various worlds walked together in that place because Regardless of the Hanging Temple or Zhishouguan, they have discovered that the son of Hades has come to our world."

Master Baoshu said slowly, then glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que knew what he meant by this look, and his mood was slightly bitter, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qu Nimati stared at him bitterly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then the most important thing we should do now is to find out the son of Hades and... kill him."

Master Qishan took the tea bowl from the sea monk, bowed his head and blew lightly without speaking.

People in the Buddhist temple all know who Qu Nimadi is alluding to. After all, after the battle between Ning Que and Xiahou, the judgment of the great priest of Guangming has been circulated for a long time, and Buddhism seems to hold this concept.

But without evidence, who would dare to say that Master’s direct disciple is the son of Pluto? For more than a year, no one dared to talk about this in front of Ning Que, and even the rumor gradually faded. After all, no one had seen Pluto, but all practitioners knew that the academy could not be offended.

So when Qu Nimati said this, no one in the temple answered the conversation, and no one pretended to be ignorant to ask questions. So who is the son of Pluto? It is still quiet.

Qu Nimati didn't seem to think that she would face this situation. The old eyebrows gradually picked up and became more angry, and her eyes became more resentful. She stared at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, don't you have anything to say?"

Ning Que said: "I want to say, can you talk around me."

Qu Nimadi was furious when she heard the words, her chest rising and falling, she said sharply: "The old man is talking about you!"

"You are the son of Hades!"

Ning Que had long thought that someone would attack today, but I didn't know whether Qu Nimadi or the treasure tree master would be the first to attack. At this time, he finally confirmed that the old nun was indeed the most annoying creature.

However, this is after all, that rumor was put on the table for the first time. The eyes of the people in the Buddhist temple were complicated. Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que quietly, slightly worried.

Ning Que looked at her and asked calmly: "If there is no evidence, don't just talk casually."

Qu Nimadi sneered and said: "Back then, the Great Priest Guangming judged that the son of Hades was born in the General Mansion of Xuanwei, Chang'an. Now you are the only person alive in that mansion. You are not the son of Hades, who is?"

"So you were talking about my wife's teacher."

Ning Que said: "But he is dead, so he can't be a witness, and even if these words you say are his last words, this testimony has no effect...No matter how good your eyes are, you can see When you are wrong, don’t forget, because of this incident, he was thrown off the dust and imprisoned by Xiling Temple for more than ten years. If you insist that he is right, can it be said that the Lord is wrong? Xiling Temple is Wrong?"

Qu Ni Madi is speechless for a while, even if she is noble in Buddhism and the world, no matter how high she is and respected, she dare not directly accuse a worldly expert like Zhi Shou Guan Guan Zhu that she is wrong in the public. .

Ning Que looked at her and shook his head and said, "I don't know what to say."

Then he looked at Cheng Lixue and asked, "I'm not a picker, and I don't think she has the courage to be disrespectful to the whole Taoist school, but what did we say just now? What the whole family died?"

Cheng Lixue smiled bitterly, thinking that you are not afraid of offending people, and you don't want to have a deep hatred with that old godly woman.

Although Qinimadi didn’t know the conversation between Ning Que and Cheng Lixue, she knew the whole family died, and she knew it was definitely not a good thing, and these five words happened to touch her biggest pain. Grief and anger surged to my heart at the same time, and the wrinkles on his face were full of resentment.

Ning Que looked at her calmly and said, "If you don’t want to bring troubles for the Moon Country, then say something meaningful. Although your seniority is low, but you are not young, don’t be like on the wasteland. Random."

His voice is calm and doesn't seem mean, but between the words, the strong taste of the elders teaching the younger generations can't be concealed.

Qu Nimadi became more grief and anger, trembling with anger.

Master Baoshu frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with Ning Que's performance.

The lively disputes between the temples are really meaningless. Sangsang knows that Ning Que has never been willing to lose money no matter whether it is on the edge of the knife or on the front of the word. Naturally, he is not very worried, even a little distracted.

She took a cup of tea from the sea monk.

The tea cup is not the tea that Master Qishan used to drink, but the scented tea.

Sangsang lowered his head, smelling the pure and clear fragrance of tea, looking at the small jasmine flower slowly rising and falling in the clarifying tea soup, and I really liked it.

Ning Que was suddenly upset.

Sangsang picked up the teacup and put it to his lips. He was about to take a sip, but felt a little uneasy. He frowned and moved his wrist lightly, and he was about to put the teacup down.

Lu Chenjia, an idiot, looked very quiet in the temple today, bowed his head and said nothing.

Although she is the princess of the Moon Kingdom and the key training object of Xiling Temple, on such an occasion, regardless of her generation or strength, she can only be ranked last, and silence is a matter of course.

And since she came to Washan, she has always been silent, even her expression is so indifferent and dull, so everyone in the temple did not think she was any strange.

However, when Sangsang picked up the cup of scented tea, she raised her head.

Lu Chenjia's eyes were still cold, his expression still dull, as if Ning Que felt a little chill in Washan, but if you look carefully, you can see that her flowery lips are trembling slightly.

It's tension and excitement.

Seeing Sangsang's brows furrowed slightly, he seems to be about to put down the teacup.

Lu Chenjia pressed her slightly trembling lips, with a sad and unrelenting smile on her face. With ten fingers, her hands caged in her sleeves pressed slightly to cut off a withered flower, and its petals were scattered.

A very faint breath released her sleeves instantly.

In the tea cup in Sangsang's hand, a shocking change occurred.

The jasmine flower that slowly undulates in the clear tea water seems to have been infused with a certain vitality. It actually blooms in the teacup. Several petals break away from the flower stem, earning tea, and attacking the sangsang with a strong breath s face!

The teacup has just left Sangsang's lips, very close to her face, so close that it is impossible to react.

Whether it is the Xiling Divine Art or the newly learned Buddhism, there is no time to react.

She opened her eyes wide and watched the jasmine petals with tea remaining flying towards her.

At this time, she only had time to think about it.

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(Chapter 3 will be delivered, Chapter 4 will be out before 12 o’clock.)

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